Terry Dickson: Party primary elections in Georgia fail to offer many promising promises

ST. SIMONS ISLAND | We just finished the party primary elections in Georgia on May 20, and I’m one disappointed voter.

Not in the outcome so much, but mainly because nobody is making any campaign promises that appeal to me.

There are some things that I want delivered. I will, for example, vote for anyone who promises that he will pass a law forbidding politicians and their minions from calling me at home asking for my vote.

It’s infuriating. Among others, I even heard from Sarah Palin and some woman with a Southern accent thickah and mowah syrupy than one a Paula Deen’s pea-can pies. Not in person. These were robocalls.

It was annoying, but when I got to the polling place I couldn’t remember who she was shilling for otherwise I would have voted against him or her. I may have anyway.

I’ll vote for anyone who will get golf carts off the public roads. I don’t mind golf carts on golf courses, in pastures or on private land. Sunday, I saw a guy teaching his young son and daughter to drive one on St. Simons Island. Wonder who he’ll sue if they pull out in front of a car.

Odd, isn’t it, that you can mix golf carts with Suburbans on the roads but you can’t drive one on the beach. If you think the NRA is powerful, take a look at the golf cart lobby.

I admit, however, it can be entertaining. School’s out so it’s time for the middle-school golf cart races on the island. I’ll be down in Turn 4.

Congressmen are bad to stick their noses into stuff that’s none of their business. They hold hearings and don’t listen. The hearings are just platforms in which the congressmen ask questions, interrupt the witnesses and then give their personal views for the benefit of the TV audience.

I’ll vote for anyone who pledges to call those exercises what they are: campaign speeches.

I want to see the unwritten rules of baseball written down and placed in the Congressional Record. Do that, and you have my vote.

Want to lose my vote? Keep tossing around the word sustainable.

Also, if you’re forcing power companies to pay for solar energy, you’re also forcing me to pay for it. Remember back in the winter when it dropped into the 20s in subtropical Jacksonville and Waycross before dawn? So where was the sun then when we needed it most? It was high noon in Cairo and Cape Town, so stop it or I’m voting for the natural gas candidate.

Don’t read anything into that last line, OK?

When you think about it, maybe the old line “Be careful what you wish for” may apply.

Maybe it’s like the lines from the Burt Bacharach song, “Promises, Promises.”

“Oh, promises

“Their kind of promises,

“Can just destroy a life

“Oh, promises

“Those kind of promises

“Take all the joy from life.”

I think that was some kind of song about romance, but it could apply to politics.

I shouldn’t complain about politicians. When there’s nothing fun to write about, I can always pick on politicians.